Cain skidded through the dormitory hallways, his bare feet slapping against the polished floors. The morning light filtered weakly through the windows, but it did nothing to calm the storm of panic racing through him. Anna had left the room, and he couldn't let the moment slip away.
He turned a corner and called her name, his voice low and urgent. "Anna! Wait!"
The dorm was nearly empty. The faint hum of distant voices came from down the hall, but none belonged to her. Cain's heart pounded in his chest as he ran past closed doors and empty common areas. He skidded into the stairwell, descending two steps at a time, ignoring the sting in his legs.
He spotted her at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall outside one of the rooms, her posture stiff, her gaze downcast. She hadn't noticed him yet. Cain's pace quickened again, every nerve screaming, every thought fixated on her.
